One of Those Days

First, let me say that I am very proud of my seven year old son he is growing up so quick..

I got up this morning and discovered our black lab had pooped on the floor in the living room. Grr... so I put him out and cleaned up the mess. Then my son wanted some breakfast so I washed my hands and made him some cereal. Went to walk through the living room and discovered that our little dog , a terrier, had peed on the floor. Grumble, grumble... I pick the little dog up and put her out and let the big dog in and clean up the puppy pee. I then proceeded to get dressed for work (no I was not running around naked I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt). I come back out after getting dressed to discover that our big dog, not wanting to be out done by our little dog had peed on the floor. Ranting and raving put him out and clean up that mess. I wash my hands and get my son some clothes so he can get dressed for school (He isn't naked either he has a great pair of Spider man pajamas he was wearing). I let the big dog back in and give the cats their food. I think I wash my hands again then I start to make myself some tuna fish sandwiches for work draining the juice from the tuna into the cat food. "Dad! there's poop on the floor!" yells my son at me. I set the bowl I of tuna on the counter. @#$%&! I grab the little dog that had now pooped on the floor to throw her outside again and she pees on me. Long string of unuttered expletives run through my head. I put her out and clean up the mess. "Son get your coat and boots on we have to leave soon." I go to the bathroom to wash my hands. I come out and the black lab is licking his lips and looks guilty. I go into the kitchen and discover that more than half of my tuna is gone. I put the rest in the cat food dish. Throw the other dog outside. I've had it. "Dad, did you put tuna in the cat's food?" "Yes" I go change my work clothes. I come back out my son isn't ready to go yet he is standing on a chair looking into the cat food dish separating the tuna so each of the cats can get some. "Jeremy! get down and get ready to go !" I yell at my son. He gets down and looks at me, he doesn't cry, he doesn't yell, but in a calm voice he asks, "Dad, why are you yelling?" At this point I realize how unfair of me it was to yell at him, "I'm sorry son, just having a bad day what with the dogs pissin' and poopin' on the floor and Max eating my lunch. I'm sorry." He doesn't say anything he just gets his coat on and his boots. We let the dogs in and walk quietly to the car and I bring him to daycare. we get out of the car and he hugs me, "I love you" he says as we squish each other. "I love you too, boy."

So my little boy is growing up. He doesn't panic or cry if someone yells at him when he doesn't do anything wrong he asks why. He dealt with things in a mature manner. I love my little guy and am proud of him.

Have Fun and Be Great!